Three simple words-I need help. They lay like molasses on my tongue, not wanting to escape my mouth. Fear that once they escape into the universe I will have to give up the shield of independence I carry with me. I don’t believe that this is unique to me, but rather a plague that effects women in general. We don’t ask for help, and we don’t put ourselves first. This has become abundantly clear to me recently, in both myself and some of my favorite women. Why do we do this ladies? I can’t tell you how many projects I have started or attempted to tackle because I didn’t want…